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IX. PUSHED FROM A MOVING VEHICLE || Mikey & His Brothers Mikey falls from the Turtle Tank. His brothers react accordingly.

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Mikey’s appreciation of Donnie-approved music was selective, but tonight the dubstep vibrating through the Turtle Tank was the perfect backdrop music for a car chase.

Hypno and his weird friend, What’s-His-Name had been in an uproar all night, and the turtles chased them for almost as long. The chase was more for sport than anything else. It was a quiet night, they were four teenagers on the prowl, and Hypno and Who’s-It had robbed for magic shops and one unsuspecting cabbage vendor. The magic shops were something Mikey might overlook, but seeing one poor guy crying over vegetables was one crime too many. So they were here, acting out a high-octane action scene, something straight out of Lou Jitsu except happening right in front of him.

Leo’s sword slashed through the air, buildings of New York streaking past them in a blend of colours. Donnie was behind the Turtle Tank’s wheel, a grappling hook locked onto the back of the getaway car driven by Weird-Worm-Man. Raph was at the weapons controls. Mikey was here with Leo, Hypno pinned between them while he took alternating slashes between the two brothers and they tried to land at least one hit. For a big guy, he sure was fast. The steel of his chakrams sung against their weapons, deflecting each attack, and for every chakram that went flying, Hypno produced another.

“I told you, the cabbages were an accident!” Hypno shouted over the rushing wind. “I like my fruits and vegetables! I get hit with them every night!”

“If it was an accident, why are you running?” Mikey asked.

“Because you’re CHASING US!”

Leo tried to attack from behind while Hypno was distracted. Hypno swung and caught him by the wrist. With a hurdle, Leo flew down the length of the Turtle Tank, shell cracking against the metal. His sword swung out and lodged in the back of the Tank, his body flailing in the air like a kite.

The opening, when Mikey saw it, was so small that no one other than him could’ve reached it. He flew between Hypno’s exaggerated swings. Salty sweat beaded on his upper lip, body tensing with each metallic sheen that glinted out of the corner of his eye. Hypno shoved him back. Flashes of streetlights smeared past him and the pavement coming up too close, too fast, no time to dodge it, and he realized too late he was falling.

Hitting the pavement was the single most painful thing Mikey had ever experienced. It was a full body punch. His vision flashed, then blacked out. Then, pain. Nothing but pain. Aches pounded out through him. He couldn’t breathe. A noise erupted from somewhere, his bone marrow carrying it through all of him. It was him. He was the one making the noise. A deep, guttural, single-note cry that extended out like a stuck piano key. In the back of his mind, Mikey thought, that was it, something had cleaved him in half, he couldn’t breathe, he was going to die.

He felt something was sucking him out of his body and it took all his effort to stay within it. Mikey stayed prone and blank on the ground. The rough texture of the pavement felt like knives peeling off his skin. Panic intensified and he waited to die.

“Mikey! Mikey!”

The voice pounded in his head. Mikey couldn’t stop making that noise. It seemed to come from an inhuman part of him that didn’t let him. He heard a babbling overhead and he realized it sounded like Raph, words totally incoherent. Mikey saw a hazy light through his closed eyelids that went dark as something cast a shadow in front of it.

“Donnie!” That was Leo. “Help us!”

He’d never heard Leo’s voice crack like that before. It was startling enough that Mikey took a breath and the noise finally stopped.

"Mikey, are you with us?” Leo asked, desperate. “What hurts?”

The world was tilting. Mikey strained one eye open—the other ached too much to even try. Vague colours and the dark New York sky manifested above him, and his brothers were there. Leo was holding his neck still. Raph was pacing above him, mouth moving and making words but not making sense. Donnie was lazor-focused and dropping his goggles over his eyes.

“Did I…Did I stick the landing?” Mikey murmured.

“No, you wiped out big time,” Donnie informed him.

“Donnie!” Leo snapped.

“Well, he did!”

“Yeah, that hurt,” Mikey strained. “Like, a lot. Ow, ow, ow, ow—my arm—”

Mikey had landed half-propped up on his side. The pressure on the arm underneath him was too much and he tried to roll over to take the worst of it off. Leo hauled him so he lay flat.

“It’s broken in two places,” said Donnie. “Did you lose consciousness at all?”

“Um…I don’t know…”

“I’ll put it as a ‘maybe.’ Raph, can you please stop making that noise, I can’t think!”

Donnie’s voice was high with anxiety, and Raph wasn’t much better off. Leo’s hands were cold and stiff against Mikey’s neck. He took a few shallow breaths though the ache in his whole everything was incredible.

“Ribs?” Leo asked.

“Three broken,” said Donnie. “Left side, where he hit the pavement. Mikey, try not to move too much. And Raph, will you please stop talking nonsense?! I can’t hear myself think!”

Raph stopped in his pacing, taking huge, gulping breaths that did nothing to quell the panic in his eyes. No matter how badly Mikey hurt, he suddenly couldn’t stand it: the sight of Raph in a panic.

“Raph, don’t panic, I’m okay,” said Mikey. “Uh, at least I think I am.”

Raph collapsed to his knees by Mikey’s body and just breathed. He reached with his good arm and squeezed his knee, then looked up at Leo’s upside-down face hovering over his.

“What happened to Hypno and Worm-Dude?” Mikey asked.

“They’re gone,” said Leo.

“Dangit. Sorry, my bad.”

“Hypno literally shoved you off a moving Tank. Don’t be sorry, just warn us if you’re gonna try to be an airborne turtle!”

Mikey’s face felt ballooned up and he was sure it was swelling, but he smiled anyway.

“There’s no such thing as airborne turtles,” Donnie informed him.

“Thank you, Donnie, I really needed to know that right now,” said Leo.

Raph’s gaze was settling. In the distance, they could hear sirens, and he bent down to scoop Mikey into his arms, gentle as he could.

“We should get Mikey out of here,” said Raph.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” said Mikey. “I think my bruises’s bruises’s grandchildren are gonna have bruises.”

As he and his brothers piled back into the Tank, Mikey just let himself sink into semi-oblivion, let his brothers do the heavy lifting as they sped off for home. He was already thinking about what colours he was going to decorate his cast, envisioning the things his brothers would draw. But for now, he was all too happy for them to close ranks around him, to fall into that sense of being protected he loved the most.

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